“Hox…”

River was lying on top of his covers naked with his door closed. This morning had been the last day of high school, ever, and he was celebrating by himself by jerking off. Being a lefty, his left hand was pounding furiously on his 7 incher, while the nails of his right slid up and down the light brown dusting of hair connecting his happy trail to his chest. River climaxed pinching a nipple and imagining Hox leaning over him biting his neck with his dick inside River’s ass.

River jumped off the bed, and grabbed a dirty shirt out of the hamper to wipe himself down with. He didn’t know Hox that well, despite having been in a grade of seventy for four years together in a small town. Hox’d spent most of his time with swimmers when he actually went out, and River’d spent most of his time with fellow soccer players. He didn’t need to know him that well to know that he was ridiculously hot. Hox was six-two-ish to River’s five eleven, but they were probably similar weights, because River had short stocky muscle from his sport, and Hox had long lean muscle from his. Hox’s hair and eyes were both a shade darker than River’s, but for the most part, they were both brown-eyed brunets.

This summer, River thought, I’ll make a move on him this summer, and if it doesn’t work out, hey, no problem, I’ll be gone by September. Getting dressed again he called Tracy.

“Sup Slut?” Tracy’s standard greeting.

“Nooooooothin.”

“You jerk off to Hox yet?” Tracy was the only person that knew River was gay. It wasn’t a fact that would make him super popular in a community like this, and she constantly ribbed him about being so in increasingly overt ways. He loved her for it.

“Tracy. Listen. I’ve been home for 20 minutes. Of course. Twice. Now, if we don’t figure out what the deal is tonight, I’m gonna be forced to come over there and twist your nipples until your milk turns alcoholic.”

“Yum. There’s probably a clam joust down by the lake. Adam was asking around for peeps to snag some alchies.”

“Ugh, do you have any handles stored up inside of your vagina?”

“Hmm, let me check… Nope!” She giggled. “We need to start storing them in your ass. Gotta stretch you out if we’re ever gonna fit Hox’s purple headed yogurt slinger in there. I’m pretty sure he’s got an anaconda hidden downstairs.”

River knew that Hox was well endowed. Everyone knew that Hox was well endowed. The chance to see him in a Speedo filled the school pool with fawning high school girls at every home swim meet, and River wasn’t above ogling either.

“OK, I’ve got fifth of Cuervo I can contribute. I’ll grab some limes too. Make some calls; make sure this shit’s going down. If so, I’ll pick you up at nine-ish, and we can head down there. If not, we’ll do body shots off one another until we find each other attractive.”

“I’m wet already.”

* * *

River and Tracy pulled up to the Lake at a quarter to ten. It was a frequent party spot for their grade because it was a lake house that belonged to Adam’s parents, and he was one of the wealthier kids in their school, who had decided long ago that they didn’t really care what he did, as long as it didn’t fuck up the house. There were already six cars strewn about the sparse front yard, and they could hear splashes from around back. Walking around, they saw that several mosquito repelling Tiki torches had been stuck in the ground. Adam had gone all out for this.

Tracy slapped River’s ass, thrusting him towards the water. “Hox’s here.”

River smiled, he’d already spotted him with the other swimmers jumping off the dock with some girls, but he moved farther down the shore anyway, to where some fellow soccer kids were kicking a ball around. Tracy sighed and went to find cups.

An hour later, River was six shots in, and feeling it. Tracy had snuck off into the woods with Adam, and the soccer players had long since put away the ball, so he started wandering through the crowd of kids. He spotted Hox, sitting on a bench alone, nursing something out of a solo cup, and beelined towards him.

Hox looked up at River as the tipsy soccer player slumped down beside him holding half a fifth of Cuervo. “Yo.”

“Hey Hox, tequila?” River reached into his pocket, grabbed a lime wedge, and offered it with the other hand. Hox grinned and took the tequila bottle, ignoring the lime. He drained it for three seconds and then gave it back without making a face. “Damn, you downed that shit!”

Hox’s grin got wider. “Heh, you don’t know me that well.”

“True enough.” River took a swig and grimaced. “What kind of name is Hox anyway?”

“My moms’ have weird standards for names. Our dog is named shaquayquay.”

“That was a lot of information all at once. Seriously, Shaquayquay? Moms?”

“It’s on the dog tag and everything, though it looks like, Shaquay – Quay, because it didn’t fit on one line. And yes, I’m the progeny of lesbians.”

“I love lesbians.”

“Eh.”

“No, I don’t mean in the guy sense.